Friday, February 25, 2005
Dear Students,
I know how you feel. I know the breeze blowing in through the window carries the promise of spring and is asking for your hand. I know the blue sky seems more important than conjunctions. I know that bird staring in our window has more to say to you than this video on Africa. I too wish we could pack up our books and just go outside. I know how you feel. I really do. And I am so afraid to tell you, but someday you will know how I feel. And you'll have to stay inside too (at least for the next 2 hours and 35 minutes).
Love,
Ms. Reedy
I know how you feel. I know the breeze blowing in through the window carries the promise of spring and is asking for your hand. I know the blue sky seems more important than conjunctions. I know that bird staring in our window has more to say to you than this video on Africa. I too wish we could pack up our books and just go outside. I know how you feel. I really do. And I am so afraid to tell you, but someday you will know how I feel. And you'll have to stay inside too (at least for the next 2 hours and 35 minutes).
Love,
Ms. Reedy
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